Evil Angelus 95
Total Dork
Ok, this is my first fanfic that i've ever written for Buffy (But not my first fanfic ever). So please, don't rip me to shreads like wild dogs.
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Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. It and the characters in it are the respective trademarks of Joss Whedon. Any original characters that I create (weather they live or die) I am thereby the owner of.
"The night was dark, the moon was yellow, and leaves came tumblin' down."- Bruce Springsteen 1975
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The stake griped in her hand felt strange, as if she had no right to be holding it, as though it had chosen another slayer. In any other situation, she would have felt like an outcast. Instead, she focused on the task before her.
Ducking underneath an oncoming fist, she kicked out with her leg, aiming for the vampire's knee. He instantly fell, and as he fell onto his back he never saw the stake coming down on his chest. Not bothering to watch him explode into dust, Buffy jumped as one of the other vampires swung a large branch at her. She dodged it, although her cold was still affecting anything that she did.
"Come on, you can do it. After all, you're only trying to hurt the poor defenseless slayer!" She said, as the vampire swung the branch again. He missed the first time, but quickly brought the branch back around and finally made contact with her back.
Lying on the ground, she could see him smiling as he stood above her. The branch was raised above his head, his mind completely prepared to end her life. Closing her eyes, she waited for the feeling of the branch breaking her bones"¦
"Buffy!" She heard a familiar voice say, with the sound of someone being tackled to the ground. Quickly opening her eyes, and returning to her feet, Buffy raised her eyes long enough to see the vampire being hurled across an ancient tombstone by Angel. Grabbing the stake that had been thrown to the ground, she ran back into the action.
In front of her, Angel and the other vampire were locked in an almost one-sided fist fight. As Angel delivered another punch to his opponent's face, Buffy made her move and as the other vampire fell to the ground, she stabbed the stake directly into the vampire's heart.
"Well, that worked out well." Angel said, burying his hands back into the pockets of his trench coat.
"You could say that." Buffy replied, traversing the small distance that lay between the two of them. It had been only a few weeks since she had found him, in an almost animalistic state, and then, once he had saved her, he had fallen to his feet and clutched her as if she would be gone forever.
"You know, you really shouldn't be out. You still don't have all of your strength back."
"You're one to talk. Tell me, do you really think you can hide that cold from anyone?"
"That's none of your business. Just go back home, and leave me to finishing my patrol." Buffy retorted, turning on her heel and walking in between a pair of recently placed tombstones. She didn't stop to read the names engraved on them, guessing that she would recognize the names from somewhere.
She imagined him running after her, grabbing her, refusing to let her go any further without talking to him. She imagined that he had found a way to be completely human, a way to be with her.
And that moment never came.
And the night was pitch black
The moon was rapidly fading
And the leaves crunched beneath her feet.
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Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. It and the characters in it are the respective trademarks of Joss Whedon. Any original characters that I create (weather they live or die) I am thereby the owner of.
"The night was dark, the moon was yellow, and leaves came tumblin' down."- Bruce Springsteen 1975
***********************************
The stake griped in her hand felt strange, as if she had no right to be holding it, as though it had chosen another slayer. In any other situation, she would have felt like an outcast. Instead, she focused on the task before her.
Ducking underneath an oncoming fist, she kicked out with her leg, aiming for the vampire's knee. He instantly fell, and as he fell onto his back he never saw the stake coming down on his chest. Not bothering to watch him explode into dust, Buffy jumped as one of the other vampires swung a large branch at her. She dodged it, although her cold was still affecting anything that she did.
"Come on, you can do it. After all, you're only trying to hurt the poor defenseless slayer!" She said, as the vampire swung the branch again. He missed the first time, but quickly brought the branch back around and finally made contact with her back.
Lying on the ground, she could see him smiling as he stood above her. The branch was raised above his head, his mind completely prepared to end her life. Closing her eyes, she waited for the feeling of the branch breaking her bones"¦
"Buffy!" She heard a familiar voice say, with the sound of someone being tackled to the ground. Quickly opening her eyes, and returning to her feet, Buffy raised her eyes long enough to see the vampire being hurled across an ancient tombstone by Angel. Grabbing the stake that had been thrown to the ground, she ran back into the action.
In front of her, Angel and the other vampire were locked in an almost one-sided fist fight. As Angel delivered another punch to his opponent's face, Buffy made her move and as the other vampire fell to the ground, she stabbed the stake directly into the vampire's heart.
"Well, that worked out well." Angel said, burying his hands back into the pockets of his trench coat.
"You could say that." Buffy replied, traversing the small distance that lay between the two of them. It had been only a few weeks since she had found him, in an almost animalistic state, and then, once he had saved her, he had fallen to his feet and clutched her as if she would be gone forever.
"You know, you really shouldn't be out. You still don't have all of your strength back."
"You're one to talk. Tell me, do you really think you can hide that cold from anyone?"
"That's none of your business. Just go back home, and leave me to finishing my patrol." Buffy retorted, turning on her heel and walking in between a pair of recently placed tombstones. She didn't stop to read the names engraved on them, guessing that she would recognize the names from somewhere.
She imagined him running after her, grabbing her, refusing to let her go any further without talking to him. She imagined that he had found a way to be completely human, a way to be with her.
And that moment never came.
And the night was pitch black
The moon was rapidly fading
And the leaves crunched beneath her feet.